It is sometimes very difficult to persuade people to tape their sex experiences – especially in sensitive areas. And, concerning sexual relations with children, it is understandable if people shy away from self-disclosure. So I have often had to rely on my memory of a few intimate conversations, as well as voluminous notes, in reconstructing the following case history. Always, in cases where I have taped a conversation, the tape has been destroyed after I made my notes.
The following case history concerns a man in his thirties, whom I shall call Gilbert, who became involved with a young, subteen next-door neighbor.
The therapist cannot be held responsible for any misembellishments made in the course of my reconstruction.
Gilbert is in his thirties and four years ago lived in a rooming house next to a rented house in the rundown section of a small California coastal city.
In this house next door lived a tired blonde woman in her late twenties and her three children. The woman was divorced – or abandoned – and was on welfare.
Gilbert at that time was unemployed, living on the small amount given by the state as unemployment compensation.
He owned an old car which he kept in the garage of the rooming house. (For this privilege he paid by doing yard work.) He was in the garage in the car, twisted around on his back, working on the wiring behind the dashboard one afternoon, when one of the next-door woman's daughters wandered in and peered into the car at him. Gilbert heard a sound and looked to the right-side door of his car.
A young girl appeared. She looked at him solemnly. She wore a dirty green dress, too short and tight for her nubile body. Her dark blonde hair was short, stringy and unkempt. It looked amateurishly cut. She was sucking on a piece of candy which she plopped into her dirty palm to look at critically for a second before popping it back into her sticky-lipped mouth. She had big hazel eyes.
He had noticed her in the other yard a few times, with the other children. She looked fourteen. She acted much younger. He thought she was retarded.
He pointed to a flashlight on the seat just out of his reach. "Hand that to me."
She climbed into the car and handed it to him. "Whatcha doin'?" She crawled into the leg area in front of the passenger's side and peered up at where he was fumbling.
"Trying to fix the ignition." He smelled her candy-sweet breath. He glanced at her – and looked again. Her dress was unbuttoned at the top, two big white buttons missing, and it gaped open from her kneeling, crouching position to give a stunning, shadowed view of the inner halves of rounded young breasts, her belly, and the unmistakable plump curve of her mound. She wore no underthings. Just the dress.
Gilbert smiled at her. "What's your name, Suzy-Q?"
"I'm not Suzy-Q… I'm Betty."
He turned the flashlight on her and aimed the beam into the gaping dress. He could see everything. Her breasts were hanging down like soft, white fruit. Her belly button showed, too, sharply indented, and her child's pussy was smooth and bare. He couldn't see her vulva lips. Her thighs were rounded and white.
She saw where he was looking. "You're not supposed to see inside my dress." But she didn't move.
He turned the flashlight back to the wiring overhead. He shifted uncomfortably. The gas pedal was digging into his back. In this position blood throbbed in his head.
Gilbert asked, "How old are you, Betty?"
"Eleven. I'll be twelve in… five months."
He blinked. He looked into her dress again.
She giggled. "I don't like to wear nothing underneath. Everything's too tight or too big." Then she said, "You're lookin' at me like the men look at Mommy."
"You've got a body like your mommy."
"I know, but I'm not big enough to get fucked yet."
The word from her shook him a bit. But slum kids knew it all. He tried to work with one hand while holding the flashlight with the other. "What are you old enough to do?"
"Wouldn't you like to know!"
He smiled and reached for a screwdriver. He snapped his fingers and pointed. She handed it to him. He thanked her. He handed her the flashlight. "While you're here, point it up toward there – where my fingers are."
She nodded and directed the beam as he wished. She moved in closer. She watched him try to untangle wires. "Am I doing it right?"
"Perfect. I owe you a sucker." He fumbled in silence for a minute.
Betty asked, "Do you have a big pee-pee?"
"Why?"
"I heard Mommy say once she liked men with big ones. Do you?"
"I won't tell. You have to find out for yourself."
Betty giggled. "Maybe I will. You want me to?"
"Sure. Go ahead." He smiled at her. "I dare you."
"Dares go first." But she shifted the flashlight to her right hand and reached over to his pants with her left. Her small hand groped around his fly. His cock began to grow down along his belly inside his briefs. Her fumbling was exciting as hell.
She giggled again. "There it is." She gripped it through his pants. "It's getting bigger."
"Reach in under my belt and get a good, honest feel of it."
"I shouldn't. But Mommy does all the time, with her boyfriends."
"How do you know?"
"I peek at them lots of times after she puts us to bed." She hesitated, then slid her hand into his pants.
Gilbert licked his lips and kept his eyes on the ignition wiring, but he stopped working at it when he felt her small curious fingers find his cock.
Betty said, "It's hot!" She reached further in under his waistband and explored his length. "I guess it is pretty big. Can I see it?"
Gilbert got a bit nervous at that. He asked her, "Anybody around?"
Betty raised up and looked out through the front window at the view between the open garage doors. "I don't see anybody. If Mommy calls me, I'd better go, though."
Gilbert felt oddly vulnerable and light-headed. His skull throbbed. One leg stretched up onto the back of the front seat. Most of his weight was centered on his shoulders on the old carpeting in the leg space under the dashboard. His head was resting at an uncomfortable angle on the drive-shaft hump.
He said, "Okay, Miss Curiosity, unzip me and pull it out."
Her hands fumbled at his fly and ran the zipper and reached in to his rigid flesh.
He watched, his chin pressed into his neck, as she lifted his cock free of his shirttails. Her strange, innocent and yet knowing handling brought his hardness to the point of jerking stiffness.
She asked, "Why is it wet on top? Do you have to go?"
"No. That's just… a kind of natural oil to make… fucking easier. It's automatic."
"Oh." She said defensively, "I'm not old enough to get fucked yet."
"I know. Are you old enough to let a man feel you up a little?" He reached out and slid his left hand up her leg, up under her dress, up the smooth, rounded, firm flesh to her naked hip.
She giggled. "I guess so. Some of Mommy's boyfriends feel me like that. They feel my boobies when they can, but she doesn't like it when they do."
Gilbert slid his palm over onto the silky half globes of her ass. He caressed them and trailed his fingertips into the crack, edging them down deeper into her crotch.
Betty wriggled. "That tickles." She experimentally pulled his foreskin up and down over the head of his cock. She said, "Billy's pee-pee is real small. He's my little brother. How old were you when this got big like this?"
"About sixteen." Gilbert squeezed her thigh. He moved his hand around into the front of her crotch and cupped her naked pussy.
Betty wriggled some more. "That's not a nice place."
"Yes, it is." But he abandoned it as she reached down to push his hand away. He slid his arm further up into her dress and his hand passed over her belly and up onto one of her breasts.
Betty's young breasts were softer than he expected, yielding and fleshy, with flat, undeveloped nipples. He remembered her mother. The woman had big, low-slung, sloppy-soft appearing breasts… she should wear a bra and mostly didn't. Betty would develop the same type of breasts.
Betty seemingly lost interest in his cock. She stuffed it awkwardly, stiffly, back into his pants. She asked innocently, "Don't I have nice boobies?"
"Umm-hmm." He continued to fondle them.
She struggled with his zipper, got it halfway up and gave it up. "Do you like me?"
"Sure. You're a nice girl." He tried tweaking a nipple, cautiously, not wishing to frighten her.
She said, "I better go now. Are you going to try to fix things under there again tomorrow?"
"I guess so."
"Can I help again?"
"Why do you have to leave now?"
"I have to go see if Billy is okay. Mommy isn't home."
He took his hand from her dress. She got out of the car and left the garage.
Gilbert readjusted his cock in his pants, zipped his fly closed and grunted as he worked his way out of his upside-down position.
He made a point of being out in the garage, working on his car, the next day at about the same time.
He had two all-day suckers in his shirt pocket.
Betty appeared silently when he had almost forgotten about her. He had managed to fix the ignition wiring and was fiddling with the innards of the radio which he had disconnected and pulled from the dash, when she peeked over the sill of the right-hand front window, which was rolled down.
He noticed her immediately, but pretended not to. A tension came into his belly. His cock began to grow.
Betty sank out of sight without saying a word. Then she opened the door quick and plunged in with a wild, happy, expectant "Boo!"
Gilbert reacted with an exaggerated start of terror. He juggled the radio chassis in his lap. Then he gnashed his teeth and growled at her.
Betty laughed and giggled, delighted. "I really scared you, didn't I?"
"Sure did." He probed at the radio's speaker connections.
Betty sat up on the seat next to him and swung shut the car door. "Is that broke?"
"It doesn't work, so I guess it's broke."
She giggled. Her giggle was beginning to bug him.
She wore the same dress, and it gaped at the top the same way when she leaned over to peer at the radio's tubes and wiring.
He pulled one of the suckers from his shirt pocket. "Here's for helping me yesterday."
She grabbed it and tore off the wrapper and plunged the sucker into her mouth. She said indistinctly around the mouth-filling disc of flavored, hardened sugar, "It's root beer. I like it."
"I've got another one you can have when you leave."
"Umm." She slurped sweetened saliva and took the sucker from her mouth for a few seconds. "You want me to feel your pee-pee again?"
"Sure." He put the radio up on the dash shelf by the windshield. Then he pulled her closer to his side. He put his arm around her and fondled her breasts through her thin dress.
She ignored that. She didn't seem sensitized to her breasts as sexual zones. Manipulating them didn't affect her.
She popped the sucker back into her mouth and attacked his belt and zipper. In a few seconds – with his help – she had his pants open and was digging into his white shorts for his hard cock.
She dragged it free and flopped it around for a few seconds. "Does that hurt?"
"No." He slid his hand down inside her dress to the naked softness of her immature breasts. They were like small skins of warm, firm Jell-O.
"Could I play with your bag of nuts, too?"
"Sure." He pulled his scrotum free of his shorts.
Betty was fascinated by the hairy sack. She held it tenderly in small hands and felt the egg-shaped testicles inside.
Her touch made him feel vulnerable and horny. His cock throbbed against his bared belly.
He squeezed one of her breasts gently and rubbed the flat nipple. Gradually the nipple responded and swelled up under his fingers – a tiny bump.
Betty squeezed his testicles. "Does that hurt?"
Abruptly it did! A quick lance of aching pain arced through his groin. "Yes! Don't…"
She let go immediately. "I'm sorry." She cautiously handled his cock. She began to pull the skin up and down to reveal and then cover the head. She said happily, "It's making goo again."
"Just keep on moving the skin up and down like that and it'll make a lot of goo… it might even shoot white goo."
"Oh, I know," she said wisely. "That's called maserbashun."
"Ever do it for anybody before?"
"No… but I saw…" She made a "secret" face and said, "I shouldn't tell anybody, I guess."
Gilbert was curious but decided not to pry just then. He caressed her breasts as she played with his cock. There was beginning to be a glow in his cock.
Betty stopped pulling his foreskin up and down. Her arm was tired. She played idly with his scrotum. "Do you fuck much?"
"Nope."
"Why not? Don't you like to?"
"Sure, but I don't know any girls right now who'll let me fuck them." It was weird talking like this with a retarded, overdeveloped eleven-year-old girl.
Gilbert turned more toward Betty and brought his left hand across to her thighs. He pushed her dress up to expose her upper thighs and her bare, chubby little mound. He put his hand on her thigh and worked his fingers down between her legs.
She pressed her legs together. She shook her head.
"I'm not going to hurt you. It'll feel good."
"I'm too young to fuck."
"I don't want to fuck you. I just want to feel you there. You're playing with my pee-pee, so why can't I feel yours?"
Betty sucked on her sucker for a few seconds and considered. Finally she relaxed her thighs and said, "All right, but only for a minute."
Gilbert pushed her thighs open and pressed his palm up against her bare slit. He moved his palm slowly, sensually, with light pressure. He watched her face for a reaction but there was none. She sucked absently on her sucker. Her hand lay almost unmoving on his cock.
After a minute or two he pressed his middle finger gently between the lips of her pussy.
She started to object. He said quickly, "I'll give you a couple big candy bars tomorrow."
"Mounds? Three Mounds."
"Okay." And he explored her narrow, damp, warm little vulva. He discovered that her hymen was broken. He pushed a fingertip through the tear.
Betty frowned. "Don't."
He slid his fingertip up into the warmer V of her inner vulva… and found the tiny clitoris. Betty's eyes blinked fast. He rubbed the pinhead of flesh until it stiffened gradually and the small groove became wet and slippery. He smiled.
Betty was wriggling on the seat. Her face was flushed and she was playing with his cock again, squeezing and jerking the skin up and down with uneven, irregular pulls and pushes.
Gilbert said softly, wheedlingly, "Feels good, doesn't it?"
She nodded. She squirmed a bit lower on the seat and her hips and lower belly were exposed as her dress bunched more at her waist. She spread her legs wider.
"Ever do this to yourself?"
She glanced up and met his eyes guiltily. She nodded. She was breathing through her mouth, her sucker lodged in her left cheek, forgotten for the moment.
He kept on rubbing the tiny, slick nub. He had her near an orgasm. He slipped his fingertip lower, to her hymen, and quickly pressed inside, through the opening, into her vagina, to the first knuckle. Before she could object he withdrew and began massaging her clitoris again.
She was getting him awfully hot. Her small hand, pulling and hauling on his cock, awkward and inefficient, was still effective – with his excitement reinforced by his progress in making her hot.
Betty began to go tense. Her body went rigid. She breathed hoarsely. She clutched his cock fiercely, unconscious of her tight grip.
Gilbert grinned and flicked his fingertip even faster over her pinhead like clit.
For a long moment she was gasping, muscles locked, fixedly watching his hand and fingers in her open crotch.
He poked his finger into her vagina for a second, again, this time further, to the second joint, then resumed stroking her clit.
Betty started to wriggle again, but not urgently. She said, "I had me a good one."
"Good what?"
"You know… a 'gasm… a funny strong feeling… down inside me there." She pointed to her lower belly. She resumed sucking on the sucker which she had temporarily forgotten. She giggled.
He slipped his finger into her vagina. She didn't object. She began jerking at his cock again. She said, "If I can make you 'gasm will you give me something?"
"What?"
"A quarter?"
"A quarter and the three Mounds bars?"
"Uh-huh." She pushed and pulled his foreskin up and down over the head of his cock. "Will you?"
"Okay, a quarter when you make me shoot and the candy tomorrow."
"Okay." She sucked in her lower lip and concentrated on jerking at his cock.
Gilbert said encouragingly, "That's good. Keep that up…" It was good. The irregular movement and tightly gripping little hand was doing the job!
He kept his finger in her vagina. He probed gently and widened and loosened the opening in her hymen. He wanted to really fingerfuck her sometime… in a week.
He wasn't really aware of what he wanted. He knew fooling with her at all was stupid, dangerous, but something in him wanted it – some twist in his makeup, liked playing sex games with a prematurely developed child.
Besides, she was available, she was easy, and she liked it. He didn't have any problem coping with her. Not like older girls. And there was her virginity in all areas of sex. That turned him on. That sent a thrill up his spine and down into his cock.
Betty complained, "How long?"
"Not much…" He hugged her closer to his side. He took his hand from her crotch and sat back. Her little hand was pulling, pulling, pulling. The pleasure gathered in small wavelets of sensation. Each push-pull of her hand on his hot, rigid cock was a golden stroke.
He stared at her struggling hand… at her straining little fingers. He was almost…
She stopped. "I'm tired!"
"Use your other hand!"
She did. The grip was different, the stroke was different… better, a lot better, somehow, for some reason.
Gilbert grunted deep in his chest. He deliberately loosened his gut muscles and thigh muscles. The pleasure came like an all-enclosing tide… a frothing, sweep of sensation. Strong! Jesus – strong!
He spurted and flowed all over her hand. She pulled her hand away.
"Don't stop, you stupid little bitch!" He grabbed his cock and salvaged what he could of the interrupted climax, but the precious golden seconds of peak sensation were wasted.
Betty was puddling up, her eyes brimming.
"Don't cry." He dug into his pocket and wiped her small hands. "I didn't mean to yell at you, Betty, but you shouldn't stop just then. Keep doing it until all the white stuff is out or until I tell you to stop." He wiped his cock and pants. She watched him put his cock away. She sniffled. She said, holding out a hand, "Gimme my quarter."
Gilbert dug into his other pants pocket for his change. He gave her two dimes and a quarter.
She reached over and patted his soft bulge. "Want me to do it again? I'll do it like you said."
"No, tomorrow. I'll be here with your candy."
"And a quarter, too." She regarded him with large, crafty, hazel eyes.
He grinned and nodded.
She was in the garage, waiting for him, when he came out to work on the car again. He winked and patted his shirt pocket where three Mounds bars poked up. He unlocked the car and let her climb in.
She wore dirty white shorts several sizes too big for her, and a colorful "Hawaiian" blouse. The shorts were pinned tight at her waist. She was barefoot.
"Gimme." She reached up and grabbed the candy bars from his shirt pocket. She tore one open and wolfed the first half bar.
Gilbert watched her gobble the candy. He knew he couldn't do anything with her until she was finished.
She ate the second bar, too, but more slowly.
"Why don't you save some for later?"
"Somebody'll take it. Billy always wants dibsies. Mommy would wanta know where I got it."
"Yeah. You better eat it all while you're here." He unzipped his pants to save time and pulled out his cock. He was half hard.
She watched as she ate. She giggled. Her fingers were getting smeared with chocolate. He asked, "Same deal as yesterday?"
"Okay… a quarter and… umm, fudge. A pound of vanilla fudge with lots of nuts in it!"
"Better settle for a quarter pound, honey. You couldn't eat a pound. It would make you sick."
"No, I want a pound!" Her eyes were bright with unreasoning greed. She licked her fingers.
"Okay, okay…" He shifted toward her. He put his right hand on her bare thigh below the loose, too-big leg of the shorts.
Betty opened her thighs. She put her wet-licked hand on his cock and started pulling the skin up and down. "Want me to do it now, like yesterday?"
He nodded. He got his fingers into the crotch of her shorts and discovered she wore no panties. He stroked his fingertips over the chubby-fleshed, smooth mound, to the top of her slit.
He didn't bother with her breasts.
His cock was rigid. It stuck up out of his pants with dramatic length. Betty struggled with it.
He had a glow in his belly. He rubbed the lips of her slit and she opened her thighs further. The lips pouted slightly. He eased a fingertip inside to tender, pink wetness and warmth.
He easily, quickly, found her tiny clit. He began caressing it, working the slippery wetness over the pinhead of hardening flesh. He dipped his finger lower, to her vagina, and found a small accumulation of the slippery secretion.
Betty squirmed a bit. "Feels nice."
He nodded. She was getting the hang of gripping his cock correctly with her small hand. Her fingertips were positioned just right to pressure the sensitive dorsal area as she pumped the skin up and down.
Gilbert thought he could make her into quite an accomplished little lover… if his small change held out.
He slid his finger into her vagina slowly, slowly, exploring the walls, seeking the end of the tight, hot channel.
"Why are you poking in me there?"
"To see how far in you go." He had the finger in her all the way. No limit. She was developed, all right. He slid his finger out and began working on her slit.
"I like that better."
He was curious about her mother. "Does your mother ever do things like this with her boyfriends?"
"Sure. I seen her and them. They didn't know it, though. I peeked." She giggled.
"What did they do?"
"All kinds of things. Fucking mostly. Mommy likes to fuck. She likes big ones like you got."
"You watch them in the bedroom?"
"No…" Betty sighed at his ignorance. "Us kids sleep in the bedroom. Mommy sleeps in the front room on a bed that comes up outa the sitting place – the big, long chair by the window."
"The couch – the sofa."
"Uh-huh. They do fucking there. Mommy puts us to bed and closes the door, but I open it up and peek a lot."
Betty wriggled her rump on the seat cushion as Gilbert got her hot and bothered. She twisted around and changed hands on his cock. "Your pee-pee is hard to do when it's real stiff like now."
"Umm. How do you know your mother likes big ones?"
"She said so. She was playing with one, one night, when I was peeking at them and she said it."
"Was it bigger than mine?" Gilbert had half an idea to get to know Betty's mother.
"I don't know. I couldn't see it up close."
He slid his middle finger into Betty's slit and got the fingertip slippery. He had the loose leg opening of her shorts pushed over to expose her hairless pussy. He sank his finger deep and probed for the end of her vagina.
He had big hands and long fingers. Little Betty could take a man! It was just a question of getting her opened up more, and used to thickness. He resumed wet-rubbing her clit.
He asked, "Does your mother ever suck her boyfriends off?"
Betty shook her head. "She said it was nasty. One of them asked her to and she said she would never do it." Betty added, "I won't either."
Gilbert rubbed her clit faster. She was breathing fast, little puffs of candy-flavored breath. Her thighs twitched and closed on his hand and wrist. She was flushed and her body was tightening with the surge of pleasure of her orgasm.
Gilbert's own peak was close, too. Her hand speeded desperately.
He closed his eyes. He slipped his thumb down into her wet groove and eased a finger into her vagina. His thumb rotated on her clit.
He felt her leg muscles tense. She was getting that childlike hoarseness in her fast breathing he had noticed before when she came.
She shifted to her other hand and was suddenly pumping his cock as fast as she could. He groaned and hissed through his teeth. The intense pleasure coiled and broke in his loins.
In that frantic moment he kept his thumb pressing in small circles on the stiffened little pencil tip of her clitoris. And he pushed a second finger into her vagina. Her hips jerked but she only gasped a bit louder, and her hand squeezed his cock as hard as it could for a second.
That squeeze was the trigger. A giant fist closed in his belly and he spurted violently. He grunted as if in pain and plunged his two fingers in and out of her vagina.
She kept pumping until he told her to quit. Semen was all over her hand. It oozed off onto his fly.
He took his hand from her and pulled a clean rag from his pocket. He handed it to her. "Wipe off."
Betty said, "You hurt me with your finger."
"I'm sorry. I'll be more careful next time."
He felt drained, bored with her. He decided not to buy her a full pound of fudge. The little whore!
He brought a half a pound of fudge out to the car the next day. Betty wasn't waiting for him. He fiddled with the radio for an hour, then went back into the house. He ate the fudge – all of it – that night.
The next day he glanced out of the window and saw her playing in the next-door backyard. He went out to the garage.
She saw him and sneaked into the car a few minutes later. "I couldn't come yesterday. Mommy took us all to the zoo. We saw all the animals. Elephants and everything." Her hazel eyes were big with wonder and memory. "And lions!"
She wore dirty blue jeans and a clean boy's T-shirt. Her small breasts moved and jiggled loosely. Her nipples were faintly visible as tiny bumps. She wore plastic sandals on her dirty feet.
Betty looked expectant. "Did you get my fudge?" She put a small warm hand on his thigh.
"I had it and I ate it. I'll get you some more."
"No… give me some money. Give me a dollar."
"What for?"
"For last time. And give me a dollar for today." She was very sure of herself, very positive.
"You're getting awfully expensive." He frowned. "What do I get for all that money?"
Betty unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and skinned them down her childlike hips and thighs to her knees. There were no panties. "I'll let you do anything you want."
"Huh." He slid his hand under her T-shirt to her breasts. Each breast was a warm, soft handful. He molded the flesh. "How about you digging out my cock?"
"Okay." She used both hands to work at his pants. A moment later she was pulling and pushing his cock with unknowing skill. Betty volunteered, "I watched Mommy and a man last night. He gave her some money."
"Oh, yeah? She's charging for it?"
"She climbed on top and sat on his pee-pee. It was a big one like this one. She liked it. She bounced up and down a long time."
"You want to sit on mine?"
"I'm too young to fuck."
"Try it. You might be surprised. You might not be too young."
Betty looked doubtfully at his stiff cock. She touched a finger to the smear of secretion at the tip. "It'll hurt."
"If it hurts too much you can stop." Gilbert put his hand between her thighs. He touched her naked pussy lips. He pressed gently and she opened her plump legs. He worked his finger in.
She squirmed as he tickled her clitoris. She decided, "Maybe I will. Will you do me like that when I do it?"
"Sure." A bright lust flared in his guts. He pressed two fingers into her. She didn't bat an eye. But it felt tight. His cock was as thick as three or four fingers.
Betty toed off her sandals and artlessly tugged off her jeans. "You better give me the two dollars first."
"Is that what your mother tells her boyfriends?"
"She said twenty last night." Betty was impressed.
Gilbert dug two one-dollar bills from his pocket. He wondered if it was worth it. He cursed himself in his mind.
Betty pushed the crumpled notes into one of her jeans' pockets. She got up on her knees on the seat. Her hips and legs were pale ivory. Her mound was a rounded, plump triangle, grooved between her legs by her pink-lipped child's vulva. She said, "Show me how."
"Didn't you see your mother do it?" He pulled her leg over his lap. She was in a straddling position, facing him.
Gilbert kissed her. He sent his tongue into her sweet young mouth.
Betty giggled. She pulled her lips away. "That tickled."
"That's the way your mother kisses her men friends." He put his hand between her naked legs and speared a finger up into her vagina. He rotated his thumb on her clit. He kissed her again.
Betty put her arms around his neck. Her breathing changed. Her rump became restless. She pressed closer to him. His cock brushed against her smooth, white belly. She soon got used to tongue kissing. She became enthusiastic.
Gilbert pushed a second finger up into her and fingerfucked her slowly. His thumb kept moving. Betty was panting lightly. "I like what you're doing."
"Try sitting on my cock now."
She looked down and raised up. He took his fingers out of her and positioned the head of his cock against her moist slit. "Just a minute." He used both thumbs to pull the vulva open. Wet pinkness appeared. "Now press down."
Betty pressed. Her weight set his cock head firmly against the opening of her vagina. "It's too big."
"Try…" He stared down intently. He set his thumb against the splayed vulva and rubbed the slick, sensitive pinhead near the top of the groove.
Betty's big eyes narrowed in concentration. Her lips pressed together. She wriggled down on his cock. Her breath caught. "Ohh…"
The head was in her! The ring of muscles at the entrance of her vagina was tight, but the head of his cock was in her! The straining muscles were spasming. It felt glorious.
He wanted to pull her down further, to drive up into her belly! But he gritted his teeth and did nothing.
Betty whimpered and lifted off the blunt impalement. "It hurt too much."
He nodded. There was a film of sweat on his brow. "Just jack me off now. We can try it again next time. You have to get used to it and get stretched."
"It hurt." She settled down onto the seat beside him. She struggled back into her jeans. She left them open. She automatically reached for his cock and started to pump him.
"But it was worth a dollar, wasn't it?"
"I guess so." She smiled and pushed the dollar bills deeper into the pocket. She pushed a dirty hanky in on top of them.
A moment later Gilbert cupped his hands over his cock as she energetically jacked him to a gasping climax. Semen spurted up against his palms.
He leaned loosely back in the seat.
"Want me to be here again tomorrow?" She was zipping up her jeans, "I'm broke. Better make it five days from now."
"Oh, you can owe me, I'll trust you," She smiled a little girl smile… not quite yet a whore's smile.
Gilbert nodded. "Okay. Tomorrow, if you're not too sore."
She showed up. She slipped in through the barely open garage doors and waved. She had a cheap box of chocolates.
When she climbed up on the seat next to him, Gilbert asked, "Buy that with the money I gave you?"
She nodded, "Um-hmm," opened the box and popped a liquid-center chocolate into her mouth. The syrup dribbled down her chin. She wiped it away with the back of a sticky hand.
"How did you explain the money?"
"I told Mommy I found it on the floor in the store. She made me buy a pair of socks with some of it."
Gilbert watched her enjoy the chocolate. Her eyes were half-closed with sugary delight. Her mouth was smeared with chocolate. Half the chocolates were gone.
"That must have cost about three bucks."
"I guess so."
A weird, jealous thought came to him – she was getting money from somebody else, too! The little slut!
He waited impatiently. His cock itched. It was crowding his shorts, trying to straighten itself from a doubled-over position. He unzipped and pulled it free.
He said, "If I smear this with a chocolate, will you eat it off?"
"No!" She put the box of chocolates on the far side of the seat by the door, away from his reach. "They're mine!"
"Get your jeans off, then. We haven't got all day."
She forced another big chocolate into her mouth and then wriggled down her jeans.
Naked from the waist down, she straddled him. "You have to make me wet first."
"I know." He had his hands on her bare butt. He cupped the smooth cheeks. He ran his hands up her back, under her T-shirt and around to her breasts. He pinched her little nipples gently. They grew firm, but not much more in size.
Betty asked, "Don't you want to kiss me like last time?" She stuck out her tongue. "I like it that way now."
"Who else have you kissed that way?"
Her eyes shifted. "Nobody." She looked down at his hard cock. She pretended concentration as she grabbed it with both hands and began pumping the skin.
He was pretty sure she was playing little whore games with somebody else. He said, "Let's try it today with you facing the other way – facing front." The idea of kissing her chocolatey mouth turned him off.
She shrugged. She turned around. She settled down and his cock stuck up between her spread-open thighs. She giggled and jacked him that way, "It looks like it's mine!"
Gilbert roamed his hands up and down her body. One hand drifted on silken skin down to her mound. He insinuated a finger into the lips. He lightly stroked the easily found clit.
His other hand caressed her soft, warm breasts, her stomach and belly, then her breasts again.
She relaxed against him. Her short, stringy blonde hair smelled sour.
It didn't take long to get her hot; she writhed in his arms as he probed two fingers in and out of her vagina while tapping her clitoris with a fingertip of his other hand.
Betty was fast approaching orgasm. She began to tense. Her small hands plucked faster at his cock.
Gilbert said in her ear, "Okay, raise up. Let's see how much we can get in this time."
She obeyed. He put his cock in position by fee!. She made a little grunting sound as the glans popped through the tight ring of entrance muscles. She grabbed the steering wheel to keep from taking more of his thick length. "Hurts."
Gilbert got his fingertip on her clitoris again. He slithered it in small circles. "Don't lift off yet. Just hold it like you are."
She let him have his way. She hovered, penetrated but not wholly taken. Her gripping muscles slowly loosened a bit. Her breathing became fast and hoarse. She began to tense with pleasure. She wriggled and squirmed on his cock. She knowingly or unknowingly took more of him. Her boyish, narrow hips began to undulate as if her body-mind was ready for true fucking.
Gilbert rubbed her clitoris faster and faster. He whispered in her ear: "Lower… let yourself down lower…"
Betty was panting. Her legs were trembling. She had almost half his cock in her. She was actually fucking up and down on it.
Gilbert was in a frustrated heaven. She was so deliciously hot and tight as she jerked in small, erratic moves on his glans and the two inches or so that was in her.
He wanted to sink it all in! His cock had to be completely buried in that spasming, velvet fist! He was gasping, too.
But then Betty's orgasm faded and the pain of her distension came keen and sharp through the dimming pleasure. She whimpered and struggled to get off.
He held her for a second, then let her go. He grated, "Finish me! Jack me off! Quick!"
She winced as she changed position. She complained, "I had almost all of it, but it hurt too much!"
He nodded impatiently. His cock was throbbing, tingling, demanding release.
She sat carefully on the rough old upholstery and reached blindly for his cock while she looked the other way to pick out a chocolate.
With her mouth full of creamy chocolate filling, Betty closed her left hand around his cock and started pumping. She was getting very good at it.
Gilbert clenched his jaw and closed his eyes as the intense pleasure fountained semen over his pants and her hand. He didn't give a damn; they were old work pants, dirty, soiled already. It was a very good orgasm, but he felt cheated.
Before she left, again dressed, with her box of chocolates, Betty said, "Don't forget my dollar!"
"Be here on Monday and you'll get your dollar and another one, too."
"Okay. And I bet I can get it all in me next time, too."
"Double or nothing?"
"What does that mean?"
"If you do get it all in and fuck me that way, I pay you three dollars all together."
"Sure!" She waved as she went out through the garage doors.
Gilbert sighed and felt empty and dirty and contemptible.
Gilbert didn't masturbate in the intervening days. He wanted to have a full charge, a high lust, when she climbed onto him again.
He managed to borrow enough money to keep the date. He was sitting in the back seat of his car watching the barely ajar doors of the garage, checking his watch, fuming because she was late – he had been waiting for over an hour – when Betty slipped into the warm gloom and pulled the garage doors shut.
She saw him in the back seat. She climbed in beside him. She wore a new, clean yellow dress, and new unscuffed white shoes. Her hair was brushed and clean, with a green ribbon.
"What happened to you? New clothes?"
She nodded happily. "Mommy bought them for me. She got a lot of money from her men, Saturday and Sunday."
"I'll bet. Did you watch?"
Betty nodded and giggled. "They caught me. Mommy was mad but the man wanted to see me. He wanted to see me naked. He told Mommy he'd give her ten dollars more. So she told me to come and take off my nightie."
"So you did."
Betty nodded and giggled. "I stood up real close to him and he patted my boobies." She patted her breasts with both hands. "I got a hold of his pee-pee but Mommy slapped my hand away. They had an argument. He wanted to play with me and let me play with him. He said he'd give her twenty dollars extra!"
Gilbert pulled Betty closer to him. He moved his hand under her dress and found she was wearing panties. "Take these off."
Betty obeyed as she continued to tell about her adventure. She pushed her panties to her ankles. "Finally Mommy let me stay and watch if he only played with my boobies and if I didn't play with his pee-pee. He called it his 'prick'."
"So you watched him fuck your mother, huh?" Gilbert lifted her legs and pulled her panties (lemon yellow ones) from her shoes.
"Uh-humh. But he did something funny to her first. He put his head right down between her legs and licked her… what he called her 'cunt'. He licked right inside… where you rub me, you know."
"Yeah." Gilbert got his fingertip into Betty's vulva. "Right there." He tickled her clit, "Umm… yes. He kissed there, with his tongue!"
"I guess she liked it, hmm?"
"She moaned a lot. And she didn't really want me to see, but he was paying, so she let me. His pee-pee got awfully big and hard and I touched it when she wasn't looking. He liked that." Betty giggled and squirmed as Gilbert hooked his finger deep into her vagina. "Umm, rub me more."
"Rub me!"
Betty started to open his pants. When she unzipped him she saw he hadn't worn underwear. She asked why not. Gilbert pushed his pants down to his knees. He told her it was to make sex easier.
His cock flopped stiffly on his hip, jerking with the pound of blood as it grew longer and longer. It crept sideways, angling up onto his belly.
Betty watched it. "I never saw it all like this, all naked. It's awfully big." Her hazel eyes were wide. She touched his scrotum. She poked a finger at his testicles. One of them stirred. She giggled.
Gilbert asked, "Think you can get ail this inside you for the extra dollar?"
"Mommy gets twenty for doing it."
"But you're not a grown woman yet, you're just learning, so you have to ask less."
"I guess so… but that man would have paid me twenty dollars. He said so."
"We made a deal, Betty!" His voice carried an edge of imminent rage.
She heard it. "I know it. Okay." To placate him she began playing with his hard-on. Her hand seemed very small on his cock.
He urged her to sit on his lap, sideways, with his cock sticking up between her legs. He got a gut-tightening kick from that sight: his length reached up two or three inches above the top of her thighs. The head throbbed gently just below her belly button.
His throat tightened at the thought of getting up in her that far. He moved his hand up under her dress to her breasts. "Did you like it when the man played with these?"
"A little bit. He was kinda rough, though. He squeezed too hard."
Gilbert fondled her gently. "Did your mother have an orgasm from the man's licking and kissing her cunt?"
"I think so. She acted like it. Then she sat on him and fucked him."
"How about you sitting on me now?"
"Rub me down there some more. Make me feel funny inside. Then I will."
Gilbert slid his left hand down between her legs. He had to shift her away from his cock a bit, to have room. He found her vulva slippery and hot. Her clit was a tiny, firm button. He rubbed it fast and with light pressure.
Betty wriggled her naked buttocks on his bare leg and put her arms around his neck. "Feels good!" He kept it up, kissed her on the mouth and darted his tongue between her warm, open lips. She was eager for it.
His cock jerked against the back of his hand as he diddled her. His erection was almost painful.
In a moment Betty was writhing against his hand and was pushing her tongue into his mouth, playing sweet games.
Gilbert got so hot he couldn't get enough air. He pressed his face against her neck and hair. He filled his starved lungs. He flicked his fingertip faster and faster on her wet clitoris. His other hand caressed her back under her dress.
Betty was breathing quickly, her arms tightened around his neck. He detected the telltale pleasure-tension of an approaching climax.
He plunged two fingers into her vagina. She opened her thighs. He bunched three fingers and pushed them halfway into her. She was wet and dilated. Ready for his cock.
He whispered, "Now, honey. Straddle – facing me this time – and we'll get it all in this time."
She was breathing hoarsely, mouth open. Her child's face was flushed with arousal. Her eyes were dull, unfocused.
She did as he said. Her wet slit touched the head of his cock and easily spread open for it. She willingly pressed down and took the head and half the shaft into herself with a gasping, squirming move.
"That's it, Betty. It's easier this time, isn't it?" His cock was lodged in her cunt now, being forced up into her tight, virginal channel. He was gasping with excitement. He watched her face as more and more cock entered her and the head penetrated further and further up into her belly.
Her face seemed to slowly wrinkle as she frowned, clenched her eyes shut, tightened her mouth and drew her chin down to her chest. High pitched, pained "Ummm's" sounded in her throat.
Gilbert was gasping raggedly. He was near to coming just from the slow, exquisitely hot, tight entry.
He whispered, "Just a little bit more, honey. You can do it. You can do it. Then you'll be a real woman, all grown-up."
The head of his cock was like a sensitive probe. It was an incredible distance into her. She had all but an inch of cock sticking into her.
Betty rose and fell on the big club that was bludgeoning in her belly. She pressed lower and lower… and finally… finally… the wet, distended lips of her vulva touched his thatch of pubic hair, and then crushed down hard as she shuddered with the full engorgement.
Gilbert was almost delirious with lust. His cock felt like it was in the grip of a scalding, juicy throat! "Beautiful, honey. You did it! Don't cry. It hurts the first time, but – Now fuck it, Betty. Fuck my big cock! Up and down… up and down." He got his hands under her buttocks and lifted and let her weight carry her down onto his rigid meat.
He groaned at that first long stroke. "Jesus…" He gripped her ass and lifted again. He shifted one hand to her waist and dug in his fingers to urge her down onto the long white pole that would dig up into her guts.
Betty whimpered, "I want to get off!"
"Not yet – God, not yet!" He lifted her and pulled her down again. The stroke of her cunt around his cock was a golden caress, too sharp and powerful to be described. His cock jerked in her and he couldn't stop the coming, the mind-shattering eruption, the burning-sweet spurting that followed. Gilbert frantically lifted her and pulled her down – twice more, three times – his heart shaking him, his arms bulging, his breath a storm in his lungs and throat. He was blind to everything but the sensations of lust.
Then it was over and his arms dropped away. He laid his head on the seatback and sucked air.
Betty gingerly raised up off him. She dribbled semen from her gaping vulva. She fumbled in his pants pockets and found a handkerchief. She wiped herself tenderly. Tears were drying on her cheeks.
Gilbert watched with disinterested eyes. "Wipe me, too, honey."
"I want my money."
He pulled out his wallet and gave her three one-dollar bills. He pulled up his pants as she pulled up her panties.
He put a hand on her thigh. "How about tomorrow?"
"I hurt inside. I don't want to do it again for a while."
"You can jack me off. Give you a big box of candy bars."
She made a face. "I want… I want five dollars."
"Listen, honey, it isn't worth five bucks, even if I had it."
"And you can't stick your big pee-pee up in me again unless you give me twenty dollars."
Gilbert laughed. "Like mother, like daughter."
"I mean it."
"Okay, so you mean it. But I can't afford you anymore, honey. I don't have that kind of money to throw away on cunt. Even your nice tight one."
"Then I won't come in here to your car anymore. I really mean it."
"I believe you." He zipped up and got out of the back seat. He left the garage.
Gilbert saw her in a lot of new dresses after that. Then the family moved away. He never saw her again, but the landlady told him, before the move, of the increasing numbers of men visitors to the house next door late at night. Well-dressed men.
He consoled himself with the knowledge that he had had Betty first… at a bargain rate.
Gilbert's behavior falls within the concept of deviant behavior, as defined by many therapists. Many maintain that the deviate act may or may not elicit guilt feelings. In Gilbert's case, it apparently did at times. Most therapists would subscribe to the view that at the moment his excitement is most intense, the deviate's impulse is something he wants to do for pleasure. This is evident in Gilbert's case.